Written by bob welch.         It's the same kind of story   That seems to come down from long ago   Two friends having coffee together   When something flies by their window   It might be out on that lawn   Which is wide, at least half of a playing field   Because there's no explaining what your imagination   Can make you see and feel      Seems like a dream   (they) got me hypnotized      Now it's not a meaningless question   To ask if they've been and gone   I remember a talk about north   Carolina and a strange, strange pond   You see the sides were like glass   In the thick of a forest without a road   And if any man's ever made that land   Then I think it would've showed      Seems like a dream   (they) got me hypnotized      They say there's a place down in mexico   Where a man can fly over mountains and hills   And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine   And he never will   Now you know it's a meaningless question   To ask if those stories are right   'cause what matters most if the feeling   You get when you're hypnotized      Seems like a dream   (they) got me hypnotized